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By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
13/07/12 redrafted on 28/07/2012
At times the person within me feels all alone,
the nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.
Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone
Fly by night, fly by day
up and down the country I travel all the way
Peeking outside my oral window
blueness always with patches of white to endow
My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds
Till a time the sky reflects
and my eyes illume with lights deflect
As time passes And places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew
Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing
I encapsulate myself From the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions
I shiver in my skins and shed the oil ones
I quiver within my heart
out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes
dust to dust
By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Written on:28/07/2012
At times the person within me feels all alone,
The nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.
Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone
Fly by night, fly by day
Up and down the country I travel all the way
Peeking outside my oval window
Blueness always with patches of white to endow
My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds
Till a time the sky reflects
And my eyes illume with lights deflect
As time passes and places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew
Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing
I encapsulate myself from the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions
I shiver in my skins and shed the old ones
I quiver within my heart
Out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust
As I stepped out
onto the porch this evening
I felt unnerved
by the atmosphere
There was nothing but
calm stillness, and yet-
it bore a hint
of turbulence so small
as to only be perceived
in an odd sensation
on my skin
Thinking of the calm
before a storm
I hastily scanned the sky
searching for an ominous sign
But the sky was clear
albeit a weird mixture of hues
with too many shades of
Barbie pink overshadowing
the dusky purples and blues
The yard itself seemed
normal-but-surreal, too...
and looking at the
technicolor-green grass
I felt overwhelmed by
a heavy stillness in the air
As though I were trapped
in a vivid photograph
the only thing still alive
still moving- and suddenly
utterly oppressed
by a feeling of uselessness
with no idea of what
to do with myself
I felt a crazy impulse
to run away; as if
my presence there
was the problem
and that by leaving I might
find my way back
to other living (moving) things.
Inside once more
I now find the surreal stillness
has moved inside the house...
casting a pall over
the living space and
stretching down the hall
I fancy it has followed me
edging closer, stalking me
quickly closing in-
but as the feeling begins
to encapsulate me-
I am shocked to realize
that the turbulence feels
strangely familiar
I had only noticed it
in the stillness
away from daily distractions...
but it was within me
from the start.
why am i here
why am i there
what do i fear
why am i anywhere
what do i tell myself
what will i do with wealth
am i really asking myself these questions
i will welcome anything....suggestions or expressions
i encapsulate myself in a pod with no degree of survival
there was a time when i was so dependent on my being so prideful
now i cannot even strut my way out of a situation 2 + 2
i guess that is what i get for intentionally hurting you
now you are gone and all i can do
is give God a passionate envelope of forgiveness and hope that it reaches though
if i had the genius of mind to build the ultimate time machine
i would simply give you a hug and say i love you in order to make the slate clean....
Moving through the pulse and the flow
A timetable of fixed dilation
A given
And measured
Ellipse
To the people it trips
As they ride the crest
Of the waves
Of emotions
Just prisoners of
Perpetual motion
Never ceasing
Never pretending to be
Anything more
Born into the days
Of a future long past
Spying its records
From the start to the last
We are all
Just second hand news
In a land of ne’re to be
Nonsensical devotion
The prisoners of perpetual motion
Elate
And repress
The We
The US three
The Me
Myself
and I
Come to share in a life such as these
Checking out the view
I’m just second hand news
In the land of Ne’re do we
Strolling on by and
Pressing on through
Tasked with its provisions
And it’s riddled revisions
Nonsense and fiction
Have found their new diction
Of solar progression
As they encapsulate
The US Three
Strolling on by
Pressing ahead
The RIGHT
And the TRUE
It’s textured and layered deception
Held a managed intervention
Holding within its folio
The signatures of digression
Devoid of emotion
As it’s pendulum swings to and fro
Never able to leave
Or break its grasp
Transcending all in its path
Nonsense and fiction
Wear a guise of suspicion
Take on a new face
A perplexing division
With its sweeping broad strokes
To embrace and replace the US Three
Brushing on past
Just a page before
You knocked on the door
Of the garden where flowers once grew
These steps you’ve taken
Left to the tender mercies
Of fiscal conservancy’s
Hyperbolic uncertainty
Common knowledge
Given breathe
As stolen
A thief
Of the Inspector in chief
His notes plainly written
A solider in part
Has taken my enemies heart
In a fruitless pursuit
Of passion and pain
Here
I remain
In its orbital dance
The great mechanic has cast
His players
The WE
The US Three
Cry the home
On this ellipse
As we roam
The WE
The US Three
The black crow
Watches unfaltering
With his stalwart gaze
As your counterfeit lies
Sought in other men’s eyes
With a forbodance
Which can not be denied
In the wink of an eye
Like the pearls on a string
That glow
And
That shine
As it squares with the facts
In the drivers seat of circumstance
And at length in perpetuity
YOU hold the charter to men’s hearts.
July 25th, 1996 tied the Gordian knot,...
(I spent noose cents)
begot deux daughters, the major events
both since flew cuckoo's nest,
the eldest angry at papa for offense
sieve behavior fatherly bond
forever sundered permanent rents
unforgiving progeny vents
bile, explosive vitriol whence...
Aye yen for bachelorhood every
now and again doth mildly abate
after saying "I do...,"
when axed by justice of peace
nearly two dozen years wedded
bull hissing, rest assured
I will abbreviate
encapsulate, fulminate, narrate...
and forthrightly admit,
yours truly oft times
yearned to abdicate
spousal unbridled warfare and injustice
reason enough to abnegate
null and void husbandry role
ex post facto finding thyself
questioning pledging troth even
Frosty the snowman would abominate
to say "screw this -
marriage nut for me"
bolt in a huff boot (dang)
ne'er did absquatulate
altercations that adhere
to rule of physics
and tended to accelerate
as muzzled, neigh saying saddled
former groom did
lament and accentuate
his physical needs,
she did not accommodate,
cuz this solitary soul
(with good n plenti horse sense),
never did fully acculturate
with female species,
one whose blunt cold front
seemed to accumulate growing
gripe list bestowed courtesy this mate
tit for tat wrathful pitiless,
(not so cherry) feedback unmatched
within annotated coupled courtship of fools,
this scrivener with steely
iron maiden breastplate,
nonetheless did rack up and accumulate
battle scars hitting bullseye,
since donned with
corrective vision spectacles
hen pecking, needling termagant
untameable shrew did acerate
(worse fate than death -
validated by grim reaper)
avowed covenant thru torturous years
exponentially punishing innocent soul
(slightly biased) did acervate
popping one after
another over the counter acetylsalicylate,
no ampule adequate
to relieve permanent suffering,
thus lifetime electric shock treatment,
nsync quaffing prescription
kool aid battery acidulate
ineffective to activate
palliative, and restore
liberty (yeah) sense and sensibility
subsequently providing freedom
against further wifely scourges
whereby Doctor Phil Ander
refused to adjudicate,
perhaps understandable why I advocate
selfless mercy killing (euthanasia)
for this urbane country bumpkin.
I no speaky . . . 'cept better'n you!
Hide white-crime
behind white-erasure;
that this brown skin'll ne'er
win your view, unless
more light lights-upon
your vacuous “Truths”;
for all your Of, & For, & By;
your final-flush to nether-color,
as "Green" abuse' your hues.
Then burn in'er . . . 'till stone owns you!
Hope, however, by
heaven's 'pink reckon',
as though such hall's
called rabbits like you;
keep “greasin' da chain”
or break “Spic'd” - like me!
Amera can'ts’ "gutter-pride"
niggardly rescues.
Truth be told,
evolution narys.
Only heaven-hope holds
your null-cull’d ayes;
your just true-state,
remanding her due.
_______________
Notes:
[In consideration of the oligarchs]
Political Statement:
If economic power can translate so easily into political power, then excessive wealth, as easily, becomes a threat to the commonweal. By such a power-dynamic, Republican Governance Fails.
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The subject is: "White-Supremacy", which does not include nor encapsulate all “Caucasians”.
There is but one “Race” and given its historical behavior, I wouldn't recommend it.
The economic reference is just to put a “Commie” Scare into them because:
The greatest weapon of the oppressed is: “The Truth".
Welcome to the status quo ~ America's Perpetual Revolution!
In the funnel is space inept pours out
Evaporated vapors yet siphons
Jettison drain downs liquids
Encapsulate flowing such
Liken rain falls down
Out one container
Self-drenching
Liquidating its
Function
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3/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries;
Subliminal message makes mouths water;
Phantasms won’t let go of the fields
lost to the four winds of conflagration;
Subliminal message makes mouths water,
you can smell such a superb sweetness;
Lost to the four winds of conflagration,
smoke is no match for rich history;
You can smell such a superb sweetness,
esculent you taste but can’t find them;
Smoke is no match for rich history
writing a declaration into urban legend;
Esculent you taste but can’t find them,
an overwhelming vision overtakes you;
Writing a declaration into urban legend
shared at slumber parties for continuity;
An overwhelming vision overtakes you,
phantasms won’t let go of the fields;
Shared at slumber parties for continuity,
fiendish they encapsulate strawberries.
INSPIRATIONS
entice
the unwary
into
a wild ride
a headlong
gallop into
the surreal
wonder
& magic
of
an abstract
dream
in
the chaos
of
forgotten
ambiguity
invoking
the
unexpected
to
elicit
&
envisage
the
attraction
of
alternatives
favoured
by the imagination
to
encapsulate
the
essence
both
of
the
stunning
& incredible
so
thematically
rich
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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